My Punch Drunk Love

Chapter 8. A Night Out

***A.N:

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 Chapter 8. A Night Out

“What a b*tch.” Matt said bitterly, as he threw a tough right hook on the punching bag hanging in front of him. He followed it with his left and series of alternate jabs.

The gym was huge and spacious but not flashy. It’s just an ordinary gym with quite a  few people, some of them are using the equipment on the right corner, a practice mat lay abandoned on the other corner and a couple of men were having a sparring match on the large boxing ring located at the center. The punching bag, were Matt is continuously throwing punches, is hanging a few miles from the side of the large entrance together with the rest of the boxing equipment.

“Nice punch, mate.” A guy on his thirties with short caramel hair complimented Matt as he crossed the room towards him.

He paused and sat over one of the benches, as he tried to catch his breath. “Thanks Max. How’s your shoulder?” Matt asked him while taking of his gloves.

Max was a couple of inches shorter from Matt, but has a bigger muscular built. Both of them were wearing jersey shorts and plimsolls. Sweat trickling down on their both shirtless toned body, as proof that their working their ass out.

“Just pulled a few nerves, but tis’ okay now.” He replied in a Scottish accent, quite massaging his shoulder. “So, ya ready for big match on Saturday?” He asked.

“Guess so. Have to win, don’t I?” Matt shrugged as he opened a bottle of water and drank it with large gulps.

“I’ve heard a lot of people are placing their bets on you...” He said throwing an arm around his shoulder and lowered his voice, “And they had now increased the pot money...to five thousand pounds.”

“Are you serious?” He asked as his bluish gray eyes flashed with excitement. “Good, I could use that. I haven’t got much dosh here and Sam’s been bugging me for an expensive telescope he wants for his birthday.”  Matt added, placing down the bottle beside him.

“You’re not the only one who’s broke here, buddy.” Max replied.

“Did I hear someone here saying ‘Birthday’?” A tall Mexican guy said as he entered the gym, he had wavy black hair and a nice smile that reaches his brown eyes. He was on his twenties, about a couple of years older than Matt and was also wearing jersey shorts, plimsolls and a white shirt with a large print of “Punch me and die” in front. The two guys, Max and Matt, instantly smiled at the latecomer as they bump their fists with him.

“Oi Rico! How are you man? You still owe me a few drinks from our last match. I won you know? ” Max said cheerfully.

 “I was going to treat you after that but you were rushed to the hospital. I remember, I blew your shoulder and you were screaming like an old hag.” He replied teasingly. Rico and Matt laughed remembering the memory.  “How was it?” He asked.